My Friend's Cocksucker E4 | I get my straight friend's cocksucker to come over to service me (Patreon)

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Welcome back! A first ever 5 story week with Gavin and Ramon. Haven't read yet? Start here.

Quick recap: Gavin got married young, and now is divorced young. Experienced bachelor friend Ramon shows him what he's been missing out on. Ramon's secret to always being confident? Have a cocksucker that services every inch of his body. Since Gavin is low on confidence, Ramon decides to share. And, we all know the best cocksuckers are men.

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Not all our nights were successful. To be completely honest, even a skilled hunter like Ramon doesn't score every night. Like he said, it's a numbers again, and we just have to show up every night ready for the right moment. 

And like Ramon says, it can still be a good time, as long as we make it one. Last night was a strike out, and we got plastered instead. Rows of shots later, it was lights out. 

Lights came back on at Ramon’s pad, which was interesting. I'm guessing we took a cab back together. His couch isn't the most uncomfortable thing I’ve slept on, although it was the cold that woke me up. 

Where are my keys? 

I'm not exactly a “chill” person. I didn't know what time it was, but I wasn't going to go back to sleep not knowing if I was going to be able to open the door to my own place. And how was I supposed to get home without my car? 

“Jesus, Gavin. Are you having a stroke or something?” Ramon groans from his room. “Are you robbing me?” 

“Have you seen my things?” I push a bunch of envelopes around on his counter. “Did we leave my car at the bar?” 

“We didn't drive there.” The sound of his blankets moving almost overpower his gravelly voice. “We ubered there. Cabbed back. Man was so scared you were going to spew your guts out, he almost kicked us out.” 

“Oh yeah.” Some images of the night prior start to crystallize in my head. But I still had to lock up my apartment somehow, so the mystery of the keys remains. 

I looked around until I truly could not anymore, and I went back to lay down with my head spinning. 

The bartender wanted to cut us off. Did he take them? 

“Do we need to stop?” The driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I could've dropped them there.

Lights flashing, with Ramon’s arm around me while we jump. I still had my pockets full then. I remember feeling it. 

“Did you find em?” Ramon stumbles out, wearing just his boxer-briefs. I shake my head, which causes sharp pain in my temple. “Shit, it's 9. I gotta go. Don't you have to go to work?” 

“I don't have my keys.” I hold my hands out. “Not exactly a walkable distance.” Ramon dunks his head under the kitchen tap and emerges after a couple seconds. 

“Alright. You stay here. I'll take a half day and then we'll find your shit. Throw me that shirt.” He points at the couch. I pull his dark blue shirt out from the crease and give it to him. He smells it and then unfurls it. 

Must be nice to have muscles. Ramon fills out the shirt in a way that the wrinkles are pretty much non-existent. 

When he left, I laid there for a long time. I was hungry and dehydrated and all of the above. Thankfully, I’m management so no one is really blowing up my phone about where I am. About an hour in, I figured I should at least send a text. 

“Cocksucker Julio.” Ramon has shared a contact with you.

I snorted at the contact name. The message was sent last night at 1am. God knows what he was thinking then. 

“Funny,” I text Ramon back. Then, I text my work to let them know I've come down with something. Ramon replies to me shortly after. 

“You wanted it.” 

Did I? I wrack my brain to try to remember that conversation, but I just couldn't. Having had enough of rotting on the couch, I scoured my friend’s fridge for some food and had some coffee. 

Once I had eaten something and the caffeine hit my system, a creeping feeling came alongside the boredom. A little itch that reminded me that I can’t go anywhere anyway, and that there are better headache cures than ibuprofen out there. 

Out there, or just on my phone.

Did I ask for his number? 

“Hey, it's Gavin. Ramon’s friend.” I send a message. 

“Shy white boy. Noted,” Julio replies. I suppose that next to Ramon, that pretty much sums it up. 

I thought that was going to be that, but Julio kept writing.

“Your thick cock is always welcomed. Just let me know.” 

Then, it got into the story of how I don't have my keys so I'm staying at Ramon’s. Julio wasn’t shy about his advances and he said all the right things that I was secretly hoping he would. 

“Cleaned off Ramon’s pole more times than I can count on that couch. You're the first friend he brought though.”

“Have you two been meeting for a long time?” I asked.

“A year or so. He's so close and he always has a big load to feed me. Is he with you?”

“Nah, he's at work.” 

“You can give me my morning snack then 💦. I could be there in 10 minutes. If you want,” Julio said. My headache felt better already with the blood going south, and I agreed hastily. 

He did arrive within 10 minutes, and he walked in like he had been there 100 times. 

“Gavin, shy white boy.” Julio grins at me as he walks towards the coach. I follow him and sit down in front of where he kneels. 

It was extremely reminiscent of the first time I got sucked by him, and the memory of it happening starts to make me brick up before my pants are off. Added with his hands massaging my thighs, I felt my pounding headache subside. 

“I should've asked Ramon if this was okay,” I say, lifting my ass so that he can pull off my pants. 

“Ask him then. Watch porn. Do whatever you want,” Julio shrugs. “Not that you need porn.” He holds the base of my hard shaft and waves it. 

“Fuck…” The wet feeling I was craving surrounds my cock and I breathe out deeply. 

“You, shy white boy, are rock hard.” He taps my cock on his lips, and then engulfs me again. “Such a thick cock. I was serious about doing whatever you want. As long as I have this in my mouth…” 

“Fuck!” 

“... I’m okay with anything…”

So I text Ramon to let him know what's going on. It felt a little awkward to be vulgar and graphic in a text so I kept it simple. 

“Julio is here.” 

Ramon reads it right away, but he doesn't respond. I couldn't keep staring at my phone with the tongue action on my crotch, so I put it back down and let Julio do what he does. 

Schluck…Schluck…Schluck… 

“Tell me what feels good,” Julio hums while kissing the underside. 

“A little tighter…”

Shluck…shluck…

“Oh fuck… yeah like that…oh!” He pushes my legs up and licks my balls. 

“You got a nice ass too. Anyone ever lick this?” 

“Never…tried…” The sensitive feeling of his tongue drawing lines at the base of my ballsack makes it hard to focus. “Oh god…” He somehow manages to get my whole nutsack into his mouth. 

“Wanna try it?” Julio licks back up the shaft and swallows my meat down. 

“Ah…ah…” I push at his head. “Okay, I'll try it.” 

Smooth as butter, his tongue lashes as he pulls me out of his mouth. It slithers down my cock and past my balls. 

Oh Jesus…

I stare at the ceiling as Julio's tongue explores where no tongue has explored before. 

“Oh…oh…oh…” 

I heard Ramon's key enter the lock, and I thought about putting my legs down. However, it was an addicting scratch to an itch I didn't know I had. 

“Oh wow, we're going there today, bro.” 

I lift my head and watch my friend come in, while his cocksucker swirls his tongue in quick circles on my hole. 

“You be careful. That's the first step to something else,” Ramon says as he takes off his shirt.